by Kim Black
Spending all that money on ‘The Dungeon’ was a major error in judgment on my part. I hope that this interview will help me rectify that.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” I hear from behind me, and I smile as I continue to admire the panorama before me.
Derrick comes to stand beside me and also admires the view.
“I have never seen anything like it. This surely beats my downtown view,” I chuckle.
“How did you know it was me?” He eyes me suspiciously as he gestures for me to take a seat at the conference table.
Rolling my eyes, I give him a playful swat of my hand, “I have my ways, despite my embarrassment last night. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to the differences at the time. Anyway, this is your company. Why would I expect to see Blake here?” I query playfully as I take a seat next to him, setting my purse down on the desk.
He smiles as he leans back in his chair. “We should be starting the interview soon. I’m just waiting for one more person to arrive.”
“Okay. I’ll just get out my resume.”
Shuffling through the contents of my large purse, I withdraw the manila folder that contains my resume, a generic cover letter, and my letters of reference, since I didn’t have a chance to research the company beforehand. I’m ready, or at least as ready as I’ll ever be. Derrick didn’t tell me much about the company last night, only that he’s a lawyer, and that his firm was in need of a secretary. After I repeatedly turned down his job offer, not waiting to take what seemed to me like handout or pity, he was persistent and pretty much steamrolled me into agreeing to this interview.
Taking a deep breath, I spread the documents out in front of me. I’m ready to convince both Derrick and whoever it is that we’re waiting for, that I will be an amazing secretary, despite the fact that my experience is, for the most part, just in teaching and assisting.
The door opens, and I close my eyes to steady my nerves, but my stomach is churning. My skin prickles with goosebumps even though I’m wearing a blush pink blazer with my charcoal pencil skirt and it is fairly warm in the conference room.
Releasing the breath I’ve been holding as the door opens, I’m met with a familiar scent. My eyes spring wide open, only to find the last person I need to see today standing there.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
BLAKE
“Ana, I am expecting a call from Joseph Adinolfe this morning. If he should call while I am in the interview, please transfer the call the conference room.”
Ana nods at me. “Not a problem, Mr. Hanson.”
I continue down the hall toward the conference room, my headache still slightly pounding on the right side of my head. I groaned inwardly at the realization that I should have taken an Advil before heading into the interview.
Coming to a stop at the conference room door, I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself for the interview. Though Derrick and I have turned this company into a successful one, we still conduct all interviews personally, wanting to learn as much as we can about each and every prospective employee before hiring them. We know this isn’t the traditional way to conduct business, but we like to assure ourselves that our employees are personally handpicked, making our staff feel more like a family.
Stepping into the room, I come to an abrupt stop, the breath suddenly knocked out of me, as I stare at the woman seated at the conference table with her eyes closed.
What the fuck!
My eyes shoot to Derrick, who is wearing a smug grin spread, as he leans back in his chair enjoying my reaction.
Fuck!
I return my attention to Alyson. Her eyes are now open wide and she appears both startled and confused as she stares back at me in horror. Clearly, she wasn’t in on whatever plan my brother concocted, and I can’t help but wonder when and where she met my brother to begin with.
Had she somehow mistaken him for me? Does she appear so to be so perturbed and confused because he duped her into believing that he was me? Surely, Derrick wouldn’t have done that to her!
I watch her breathing accelerate, as her eyes dart from me to my evil brother, and before either Derrick or I can say anything, she jumps to her feet, rapidly stuffing her paperwork into her purse and marching toward me.
God, she looks so hot when she’s angry.
“Alyson, wait!” my brother calls after her, as she pushes her way past me, not bothering to stop even though she bumps into me in passing.
Turning to Derrick, I glare at him. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“I just thought that if I could get the two of you together in the same room, then, well, maybe you might grow a pair and realize that you fucking like this girl,” Derrick says, owning up to his scheme, and shrugging his shoulders.
In that moment, I know that I’ve never felt more anger toward him in my life, and although I want nothing more than to kick his fucking ass, I need to go and find Alyson.
Turning on my heel, I stride out of the conference room in search of her; she’ll more than likely be waiting for the elevator by now. After taking only a few quick steps, I round the corner and find her kneeling on the floor. Her purse is on the floor beside her and both of her hands are cradling her face.
Shit! She’s fucking crying. Great going, Derrick!
Unsure of what to say to her, I do the only thing I can think of.
Taking hold of her left hand, I pull her to her feet and without saying a word, I lead her away, relieved that she doesn’t offer any resistance.
Ana, eyes us suspiciously as we pass the front desk and continue heading toward my office. Pulling her inside, I close the door behind us and lock it before twirling her around and doing the one thing I’ve been wanting to do since the second I first laid eyes on her in the conference room.
My lips capture hers in an instant, and my headache immediately disappears the moment I feel her plump lips touch mine. I pull her closer to me, wanting to eliminate the space between us. It’s been too long since I last had her in my arms, and the feelings that overwhelm me as she parts her lips to give me access to her mouth, are completely foreign to me.
Soon, we are nothing but eager, hungry hands and exploring tongues, as our kiss deepens. She moans into my mouth, causing my now steel-hard cock to twitch inside my pants. Her fingers caress the hair at the nape of my neck, as one of my hands grips her thigh through the fabric of her skirt. My other hand caresses one of her ample breast, and I groan aloud. There are too many layers of clothing separating us from each other.
As I tug her jacket from her, she hurriedly pulls away from me, panting as she backs away.
“No. We can’t do this,” she whispers, with her eyes firmly closed as she tries but fails to regain her composure.
“We need to end this once and for all,” I respond, in a firm tone.
ALYSON
Holy shit! I can’t believe that I’m making out with Blake in his office. How hot is this?
When he first entered the conference room, a look of confusion etched all over his perfectly chiseled face, I knew that Derrick was playing a dirty trick on both of us. There was never a job interview in his plan. He tricked me into seeing Blake, even though I cannot, for the life of me, understand why he orchestrated this.
I became so upset that I stormed out of the conference room, but just as I rushed past Blake’s stoic form, his enticing aroma assaulted my senses, instantly weakening my knees. I haven’t stopped thinking of his uniquely masculine scent since that first night, but as I strode past him, I realized that the mere memory of him just wasn’t enough. I miss him terribly, and it makes me feel completely vulnerable, which, in turn, makes me feel rather pathetic, since he’s not made even one attempt to contact me since that night. I was certain that he thought I was stalking him when he first walked into the conference room to find me sitting beside his twin brother.
Collapsing to the floor as soon as I rounded the corner in the hall, I’m unprepared when Blake appears, reaches
out, takes my hand, and leads me into his office. The second he closes the door, he leans down and kisses me, really kisses me. I fall against him, melting into his hungry embrace. It’s almost as though he’s been away at war and is just now returning home, the flames between us practically crackling in the sexually-charged air around us. I need him, and I can feel that he needs me too.
Then, as he struggles to free me from my jacket, I can feel my body suddenly fall from the cloud of arousal it’s been on, right back down to reality. I know that I have to stop him, even though every part of me wants nothing more than to stay in this moment with him.
“This is all wrong. You must think I’m a stalker or something, showing up here like this, but I swear, to you that I had no idea…” I start to explain, but Blake cuts me off in mid-sentence.
“Alyson, I know that my brother is responsible for bringing you here, and I do not think you are a stalker,” he says, as he slowly closes the space between us.
His jaw is tense, his eyes are fixated on me with a look of clear determination. “Let me deal with my brother,” he begins, as he stops within inches of me, his hands coming to rest on either side of my hips. “Right now, all I want is to get reacquainted with this sexy body of yours. If memory serves me correctly, I am your Dom, and as your Dom, I don’t take too kindly to being made to stop.”
Fuck. Me. Sideways. Damn, that’s fucking hot!
“Yes, Sir,” I whimper, just before his lips recapture mine as his hands simultaneously make quick work of removing my skirt.
He groans as soon as his hands reach my bare skin, and I grin into his kiss, loving the fact that I had been completely vain this morning and worrying about panty-lines, I had carefully chosen from among the thongs I owned, before deciding on the one that I’d worn when I last visited ‘The Dungeon’.
As Blake lifts me into his arms, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his desk, and gently sets me down on its cool wooden surface. He never breaks the kiss, not even as he rids himself of his suit pants and frees his cock from his boxers.
When he finally pulls away, I moan expectantly, wanting desperately to feel his hard fullness inside me. When I hear his sharp intake of breath, I look up to discover that he’s admiring me with his hooded eyes.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
My heart rate quickens as I stare into his mesmerizing eyes. He begins to run his hand over my breast but then stops to unbutton the silk blouse I wore for the interview. Once done with that task, he cups my lace-covered breasts in each of his hands and firmly squeezes them, drawing another whimper from me.
This is so fucking intense.
“I’m going to turn you over now,” he says, using his Dom voice. Place your feet on the floor as far apart as you can, and hold onto the desk as tightly as you can,” he orders, and all I can do is nod in response.
As this point, I’ll do anything he asks. I cannot remember ever being more turned on, and I want nothing more than to have him take me.
“Good girl,” he praises me as I obey him, grip the edge of the desk, and spread my legs wide apart for him, bending forward at the waist and resting my head against the cool surface of his desk.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Alyson. Do you know that?” His hands caress the soft, fleshy cheeks of my ass, and I moan in response to his touch. The pressure within me builds with each passing second. His hands, his scent, his voice, and the fact that we are in his office, all contribute to increasing my deep need for him, a need that aches to be fulfilled by only him.
“You seem to have broken yet another rule. Just. One. Night,” he says, as he bites into my flesh with each word, causing my already wet pussy to become drenched with desire.
“What shall I do to punish you?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper against my sensitive skin, now covered with goosebumps where his warm breath brushes against my skin.
“Please….” I moan, as I push back against him, hoping for some kind of relief.
“Tell me, tell me what you think your punishment should be, Alyson. What do you think I should do?”
Groaning against the desk, I raise my hips and push myself back against him.
“Please, Sir. I need you.”
“What do you need, Alyson?” he asks, as he stands behind me, his cock now teasingly positioned at the entrance to my hot core.
“Fuck me, Sir… Please, just fu…”
Suddenly, I am filled with one thrust of his hips and it feels sensational. Blake pulls back, almost leaving my body completely, and then he thrusts back into me with such brutal force that I almost lose my grip on the table.
Yes. Yes. This is what I want. This is what I need.
Without warning, Blake’s hand connects sharply with my ass and I yelp in surprise.
“That’s one. Count out your punishment, Alyson,” he orders, right before he spanks me again, even harder this time.
Shit. That one stings.
“Two,” I call out with a whimper.
Blake continues to thrust into me, hitting the perfect spot inside me each and every time. He doesn’t slow down the speed of his thrust, as he brings his hand down, striking against my ass again and again. Soon the pain turns into to unbelievable pleasure. I am a panting mess, crying out my torturous pleasure as he pounds into me relentlessly, continuing to dole out my punishment.
The combination of pain and please is absolutely amazing, and the pressure within me steadily builds until I am sure I am going to combust. A final blow comes down against on my backside, just as I tip over the edge and begin to soar high in orgasm.
“Oh, God. Ten,” I scream out my release, my breath coming out in short, staccato pants.
Blake doesn’t let up, continuing to pound into me. His hands are now gripped tightly around my waist as he continues to pull me back to meet his body with each pounding thrust.
BLAKE
I just can’t seem to get deep enough as I relentlessly pounding myself into Alyson. She is gripping my cock so tightly inside her, and she’s so warm and sweet. I just can’t seem to get enough of her.
The sweet sounds of her moans draw me in and make me want to fall to my knees to taste her on my tongue, but for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to pull out of her long enough to do it. She feels too damn good and I need more.
Of all the women I’ve ever been with during the past three years, being with Alyson renders me awestricken. She is so fucking perfect.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes!” she cries, as I impale her from behind, hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
She tightens her grip on me, and I begin to feel the walls of her pussy trembling as another release draws near. Snaking one of my hands around her, I find her swollen clit and stroke that bundle of nerves as I continue to drill into her clenching, hot pussy.
Just as she falls over the cliff into her orgasm, she pushes her upper body off the desk, a loud gasp escaping her throat, as she comes over and over again and pulls me along with her as I come forcefully within her.
“Fuck,” I groan, and fall against her as my release shoots into her hot depths.
We remain there, panting, as we both fight to control our breathing. Pulling out of her slowly, I kiss her neck.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper against her neck, but her body suddenly stiffens at my admission.
She pushes back against me and shoves me away from her, before she frantically begins to look for her clothing and begins to dress.
“You don’t have to lie,” she mutters, as she draws on her blazer and buttons her blouse.
I am completely caught off guard at her sudden mood swing.
“What are you talking about?” I ask her, as I slowly amble back toward her, but she raises her hands to stop me from getting too close.
“Stop! You don’t have to lie to me. We both know this is a mistake. You made that perfectly clear when you never called me. I don’t belong in your world, and you know what else? I finally realize t
hat fact. So you and your fucking brother should just leave me the hell alone,” she demands, as she picks up her purse and strides to the door.
“Alyson, you have it all wrong,” I say, trying to persuade her not to leave, calling out to her as she unlocks the door and steps through it, but she is gone in an instant.
What the fuck?
ALYSON
I can still feel Blake’s heated gaze, his soft caress, his smoldering kiss on my eager lips and it’s driving me mad. Three days have gone by, and I can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that he hasn’t reached out to me. I can’t blame him. I did, in fact, walk out on him after he gave me the best orgasm of my life.
There will never be another man like Blake. I am ruined. Ruined for all men because of him.
I miss him. I know that I shouldn’t. I know that it’s silly to miss someone I never truly had, but I can’t seem to help it. Blake stirred my desires. He dusted off the cobwebs I had allowed to take up residence in those forgotten places and he quenched a need I didn’t even realize I had before I met him. In another life, another time, I’d cross heaven and earth to be filled by him again, but I know that leaving him was and is for the best.
Blake and I are from completely different worlds. Yes, he seemed willing to let me explore this forbidden lifestyle with him back in his office, but we both knew the truth. I was not who or what he truly desired.
Had you been his top choice, he would have called, messaged, texted, emailed… something.
But he hadn’t. Why? Because he’d asked for an experienced submissive and ended up getting a green impostor. The fact that he’d taken his time with me each time we’d been together further proves my point. He’d been holding back, keeping the beast within himself tame, because I am not suited for him. Plain and simple.